Due to stress and the rigors of pandemic life, I am once again on this kick where I\u2019m paying attention to my feelings. One way I\u2019ve coped on the past has been to write about them incessantly in a very public and sometimes embarrassing way. So that was my plan. Write a little bit. Release some mental energy. But it\u2019s been a year or two since I last visited my website. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
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That means I had to remember my password. You know how his ends, right? OK, well, obviously I\u2019m a bad writer because I\u2019ve already spoiled the ending in that I\u2019ve clearly logged in successfully and am currently writing about it. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
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But how do I feel about it? Is it good to be back?<\/p>\n\n\n\n
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Passwords suck. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
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Clearly I am going to need to actually write frequently enough to remember my username and password or just find some other way of writing out my deepest thoughts. Like a notebook. Gotta love a notebook and pen. Have you seen my handwriting lately though? I\u2019m not sure I even know how to use a pen anymore. And where would the benefit be in writing in a private journal that no one would read? There would be no potential for embarrassing moments at all. That\u2019s not OK. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
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Yeah, you\u2019re right. I still don\u2019t really have a point. I\u2019m thinner now, though. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
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